As kind as anyone ever could be,
indeed, special for any not to see.
In colours the rainbow to shame,
of talents a gift spree all to claim.
Numbers, not a few, jobs out to get,
sleep precious to lose needn't bet.
A sponsor trusted, like a sieve set,
those he tipped, PZ their wishes met.
Never content sadness to ignore,
victims roused with tales of yore.
Witty, hearts grieving strained to spur,
folks wicked never afraid to floor.
Pleasant in speech, what a looker,
ebony black, tall, to many a father.
As fiddle fit, rode never a stretcher,
on Amadi PZ, may God love shower.
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